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« on: December 27, 2013, 11:37:00 PM »
It was not her choice, but she would still see that these orders were carried out to a tee. Tauriel was nothing if not thorough, and these dwarves really needed to be put somewhere until it could be worked out what they had been doing in Mirkwood and where they were headed. Dwarves could be treacherous and they certainly wouldn’t be treated as honoured guests without having been double-checked first. Now there was a situation that could be called ‘out of the frying pan and into the fire’ for the dwarves! Then again, they should be happy they hadn’t become spider food, the elves could have simply left them to their own devices and the least they could do now was accept a little inconvenience. Tauriel might not share the deep contempt her kind felt for the dwarves, but she was wary of them still, as she had been exposed to that kind of mindset for more than 600 years.

Her guards were acting flawlessly, putting the dwarves in the little cells either alone or in twos, judging by appearance which ones might cause the least trouble together. There was one, a fairly young one – if lack of unruly facial hair and dark hair color indeed suggested youth – who just seemed to have daggers and other kind of weapons literally everywhere. Tauriel almost had to bite back a grin as she watched Ravanor always finding a new one in the silliest of places and demanding it with a stoic expression which already suggested his supreme annoyed mood. She herself had to deal with quite a cheeky specimen herself, but had warded off his ridiculous advances with an inward snort. The gall! It was almost admirable.

Now she was walking past another one of her guard, just about to shove a middle-aged dwarf into his cell, when suddenly something about that dwarf caught her eye. He seemed more rigid than the others who might be angry, but half-resigned, as if he had something on his mind – and perhaps not only there! Wasn’t his right hand clutched over his torso a little too protectively? Was he hiding something under his coat? But… hadn’t he been searched thoroughly?! Were her eyes maybe deceiving her, was she getting over-cautious? No… there was also something in his eyes… not fear, but utmost caution and tension. He was waiting… waiting for the moment when the bars would close behind him and he would be safe. But not with her!

Swiftly Tauriel stepped forward and commanded the guard with a mere raising of her hand to stop. Then she looked down at the brown-haired dwarf with the curious square hairdo that framed his face, hair and beard and extended her hand. “Whatever it is you hide there, hand it over. Now!” The demand was curt and her face set into her professional mask again. Tauriel would not be fooled and she would not be messed with. That little dwarf better did as she said!

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« Reply #1 on: December 28, 2013, 12:13:00 AM »
Ori had seen his worst fear in the spiders, and after having crushed as many as he could with his hammer, Elves seemed like an insult to him.

The battle was lost as soon as the arrows were poised out of nowhere at their heads, and there was nothing to lose and everything to gain by surrendering. Once again, like with the trolls, Ori had looked at Thorin for his answer, and gave up his weapons when their leader did. It had stung to part from Mr. Dwalin's hammer, and then his beloved slingshot he had had to look twice at the arrow pointed his way to part with it. He had nearly gotten away with sneaking the dagger in his boot, but rather observant Elf archer in the back had spotted the hilt. And once again he had given it up meekly. It wasn't worth fighting the Elves when they were so outmatched. Especially with the memory of the spiders stinging at him still fresh in his mind.

Then on his way to the cells he remembered the bulge under his cardigan. The chronicle! The chronicle! The only reason he was there! He looked about for Thorin to hear his words, but he was a little ahead in the line of apprehended Dwarves. Instead, in Balin's gaze he had found reason to stay quiet. After looking at him with widened eyes, Balin had understood and covered his mouth with a finger for him to keep silent. And most likely, keep it hidden. And safe. Boy, he really hoped no one would notice. He was not that good at keeping secrets, especially if they were on his person. The scratchy surface of the notebook was beginning to itch him, which made everything worse. Mahal help him if the elves caught that chronicle!

He was finally ushered in to a small cell with Dori, who looked every bit as irritated at Thorin, in his own way. He leaned against the wooden walls--impressive structure, he had to confess to himself--turning his back on the elves attempting to keep it hidden. The guards were beginning to leave! He sighed to himself in relief until the familiar voice of an elf ran out in Common tongue, "Whatever it is you hide there, hand it over. Now!" called out the elf. It was the redheaded one that had gotten rid of the spiders around them once they had been threatened. Ori bit his lip and attempted to look aloof, as in surprise. Whatever you do, don't look back he thought to himself in panic. But the elf was already at the gates of the cell.

He decided to ue his nerves to his advantage. "I--I don't know what you mean, ma'am!" he stammered out unsurely. He could only feel the rough feel of his book beneath the cardigan. Then he straightened himself out and answered. "I'm not hiding anything! You took away anything I had to hide!" declared Ori.

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« Reply #2 on: December 28, 2013, 12:47:00 PM »
Of course there would be pretending now, evasive comments, oaths of innocence – but he would have to try harder than that, if he sought to convince Tauriel. It might be nothing, it might just be a petty trinket or whatever a dwarf considered valuable beside a gem, but it might also be something dangerous and now she had been set on this particular trail, Tauriel wouldn’t take any chances. She knew a few people who would never let her live it down, if she had overlooked something major and she did not want to experience neither Legolas’ teasing nor Thranduil’s cold ire and contempt. She might not be fully alright with the dwarves being imprisoned without a true charge, but she would not willingly lend a hand in their escape either!

One of her thin, shapely eyebrows rose at his claim and she shook her head slowly, her fingers beckoning demandingly for him to bring forward what he was hiding, her eyes alert for any sudden movement he might make and try to assault her with a weapon. Two of her guards had tensed beside her and she knew they would have her back whatever came to pass. Not that she really believed she could be outwitted by a dwarf, but there was certainly already more to them than she had believed before ever happening on one. These little critters surely were full of surprises! “Did we now?” he tone was mildly mocking and superior, showing that she did not believe him at all. “This is your last chance, dwarf. Hand it over or I’ll have you searched from top to bottom. We don’t take nicely to liars, so I cannot guarantee you’ll be treated with gentle care.”

If he wanted to be stubborn, well that was his decision. Tauriel might not be averse to games on certain occasions, but she didn’t have the whole day at her disposal. Thranduil expected her report, it was not a wise decision to keep him waiting for too long. “And anyway… I haven’t heard any thanks yet, considering that we saved your hairy hides from the spiders. The least we could expect in return is a little… complaisance, don’t you think?”
That might be pure hypocrisy, seeing as the dwarves were now facing imprisonment, but as of yet Tauriel was firmly convinced they would be set free after Thranduil had had a word with their leader. He surely wouldn’t want to have to feed a band of dwarves for more than a day.

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« Reply #3 on: December 28, 2013, 11:16:00 PM »
They were not fooled, and inside Ori's face fell with dismay. His eyes scurried to the one besides his, where Balin was. He was merely half-smiling, as if he knew all along that they wouldn't be able to get away with hiding the chronicle. Besides, according to the tales Thorin had told them, the Elvenking would know about the purpose of the company as soon as he came across him. The Captain interrupted his throughts by a sharp “Did we now?” Ori bit his lip when she approached with two guards behind her. Perhaps he could struggle? But the battle was already lost. He shook his head faintly and drew away from the cell bars when they approached. “This is your last chance, dwarf. Hand it over or I’ll have you searched from top to bottom. We don’t take nicely to liars, so I cannot guarantee you’ll be treated with gentle care.”

His fingers went to the edge of the book underneath the cardigan, and for a few seconds he looked away from the guards. They couldn't take the chronicle! It was his work! They would most likely never give it back, or...burn it! At the thought his most valuable enterprise being thrown away, he gave the approaching guards a look of hatred. They had no right to his chronicle! But resisting would not stop them from taking it. So with a sour glare he reached inside his cardigan for the book and brought it out to light for them. The guards drew back when they registered the object in his hands to be a mere book and not a weapon. One even laughed arrogantly and Ori bit back a retort, then approached the bars quietly.

He might have given it sourly and without making a fuss if it hadn't been for the Captain's following comment, that only brought back memories of his worst fear. “And anyway… I haven’t heard any thanks yet, considering that we saved your hairy hides from the spiders. The least we could expect in return is a little… complaisance, don’t you think?” This made Ori open his mouth from the outrage. How dare she start with that? They had been doing fine in the forest beating the spiders with only the aid of their burglar! Despite a warning glance from Dori on his side, he refused to let the taunt fly past his head.

He took a step back and gave the Captain a haughty look, hands clutched around his chronicle. "I haven't heard any thanks either from the favor we were doing to you. After all, we were killing them and could have taken them without you. Cleaning your garden," he spat out insolently. Ori knew perfectly well that stirring the spiders was no favor, but if they were going to try and rub it in...Ori was not going to give up his best work without a proper fight. Behind him he felt Dori sigh in annoyment, and it was then when the full stupidity of his quip hit him.

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« Reply #4 on: January 02, 2014, 08:16:00 PM »
Tauriel rolled her eyes as the dwarf kept on stalling, probably honestly thinking he could get away with that, that Tauriel or her guards would tire of playing hide and seek. Well, he could have that backwards! He was already holding it there, why not simply give up and show whatever he had? Dwarves really could be stubborn like mules! Finally, though, he showed what he was hiding. Tauriel tensed almost imperceptively and was almost let down to see that it was – a book.

A BOOK?! Since when were dwarves of all races so keen on the written word? And why would he cling to it so much, trying to hide it from the elves at all costs, as if it was more valuable than a bagful of gems?! Anything she would have expected, but certainly not that! The captain exchanged a disbelieving glance with her guards and she had a hard time fighting down a laugh, too. But she kept her poise as planned while inside her thoughts started to race. There had to be something valuable in this book.He would hardly make such a fuss because he liked to read and pass his time during captivity! Tauriel might just be curious, but she knew she also had to think like a Captain and here this meant thinking like Thranduil would like her to think. Of course she could just leave him his book and be done with it, but once she reported, she would bet Thranduil would ask her what had been inside… and if she didn’t have an answer ready, she could also imagine his reaction.

Perhaps there were secrets in there…secrets her king would love to capitalize on. Whether she agreed to that sort of policy didn’t matter for now, but she knew she’d better check the book.
But first, there was this impossible issue to deal with… what had the dwarf just had the gall to say?! “Cleaning our garden?!” For a moment, Tauriel felt the check on her countenance slip and she took an impulsive step forward, her eyes blazing dangerously. “You should watch your beardy mouth dwarf, you have no idea what you are talking about!” she snapped. “If you think you can do so well against them, by all means, I’m ready to escort you to one of their nests!”

But then she took a deep breath and forced her anger back. It was never a wise counsel to let yourself be reigned by emotions of any kind. Keeping her cool had kept her alive and with a good standing within these halls. She would not let herself be provoked now, just because this was about spiders. After all, the dwarf could not know either what a huge nerve he had hit just now. The matter of the book was still unresolved, though. It was a welcome distraction now, an opportunity to get back on track.
“Last warning. Hand that book over, you’re not the one to issue demands right now.” she stated, making another demanding gesture with her hand. Ravanor sneered. “If you ask nicely,we might even handle it with care…” Tauriel shot him a warning glance. There was no need for exceeding taunting in her eyes. She had frowned on Legolas’ own words earlier, too, but had not said anything as it was not her place in front of all other elves. He was the prince, she was the captain.

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« Reply #5 on: January 03, 2014, 06:52:00 PM »
Ori resisted grimacing when the Captain replied at his insolent reply. “Cleaning our garden?!” She stepped forward and glared at him in annoyance and hatred--and he could not help but gulp when she did. She was fearsome. “You should watch your beardy mouth dwarf, you have no idea what you are talking about! If you think you can do so well against them, by all means, I’m ready to escort you to one of their nests!”

Would they...would they honestly toss him out like that? Only a thread of dignity kept him from mutely shaking his head and begging her not to do so. The spiders...he couldn't face them again. At least not alone. Ori honestly hoped he didn't look as petrified as he was with the threat. And thankfully now, the Captain was calming down. And he should too, except...how was he to give up the cronicle? Not that he wanted to antagonize them anymore, but...it was the chronicle! He was not going to give it up easily!

The Captain's last words were almost definite. “Last warning. Hand that book over, you’re not the one to issue demands right now.” He heard the others call out to him rebukingly, and it was true. Locked up here, they could do nothing. Nothing at all. He still looked down in despair and indecision with his hands firmly clasped around the book. “If you ask nicely,we might even handle it with care…” she said, and even though the words were honest and warning, and Ori wanting to believe her...he couldn't. Simply couldn't hand it over.

Yet he took a deep breath walked to the bards and passed the book through the bars to the Captain. Ori could almost groan aloud; it was like he was being torn apart. The only reason he was considered of any value in the Company, and it was being taken from him! He had nothing against Elves. Just this one. He looked up to her with a furious expression and muttered out a rude curse in Khuzdul...he almost hoped she knew what it meant.

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« Reply #6 on: January 04, 2014, 07:52:00 PM »
At last they were covering some ground and getting somewhere with this stubborn dwarf! Valar, what a nuisance this already was! One might really think they had bigger problems to deal with than to entertain a bunch of dwarves. Why were they being so difficult? They were really trying to make true to all the prejudices elves had against them, now weren’t they? She had wanted to stay neutral, she had wanted to be professional, but this particular dwarf here really worked on her nerves! What on Arda could be so important about that book? Battle plans? Dwarven secrets? Treasure maps? Well, that last possibility certainly would interest Thranduil as well… how shameful it was to admit that. There had already been a few incidents in Tariel’s short life when she had been less than pleased with character traits shown by her king.

The dwarf still made quite a fuss, even when he handed the book through the bars. Tauriel took it with nimble and yet careful fingers, still not quite believing it might not just be more than it seemed to be. Not that she believed this heap of parchment and leather would explode into her face or bite her… but you could find weapons in the silliest of things. She could not help but admit to herself that she was tense, but a large part of it was curiosity. What on earth would make a dwarf fight tooth and nail for it? As she more felt than saw her guards tread closer, she knew they were driven by the same kind of curiosity. The sturdy creature spat something out at her, and even though she did not know his grumbly language, she guessed it to be an insult. “Likewise”, was her laconic answer. Shooting the dwarf another challenge glance, she put a finger between two pages and opened it.

The first impression, the first word that came to her mind was… scrawl. It looked like a bataillion of birds had scuttled right over the pages, leaving their illegible traces behind.
“Er… excuse the question, but is that supposed to be crude drawing, or crude writing?” she asked him, not even that much just to taunt. That was unfortunate of course, finding a book and not being able to read it, because either the writer was clearly on the wrong job, or these were dwarven characters…
Leaving through it, she suddenly found passages she vaguely could decipher. “Ha…”, she murmured, her brows furrowing as she traced the lines with her fingers. “Are you a poet or what? Writing down stories?”

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« Reply #7 on: January 05, 2014, 07:01:00 PM »
Perhaps most infuriating was that she did not even know what Ori had said, and she was still replying, “Likewise". When she took his chronicle up and glanced over him with a distateful look, he could only glare back. She was opening the pages. Well...it was still better than casting it into a fire. Ori walked away from the bars in hopes of not registering whatever she would say. He'd had enough of their little snide comments! And he honestly felt like he would pounce at her if she said a single word attacking his chronicle.

An recognizable sound of disgust reached him, and Ori nearly drew blood biting his tongue. If the Captain's following comment hadn't been so rude...! “Er… excuse the question, but is that supposed to be crude drawing, or crude writing?” Wth widened eyes he did not even hesitate to launch himself at the bars. "Why, you...!" he exclaimed. Very clearly, he could see the Dwarven runes...she was mocking him!

It was already hard to contain himself to grabbing the cell bars with all the strength he could muster to keep himself from doing something stupid, but when she finally came across the translations in common tongue Ori had conveniently introduced for their Hobbit's sake, she murmured “Ha… Are you a poet or what? Writing down stories?” A poet or...? He narrowed his eyes and began spouting out the foulest vocabulary he knew in Khuzdul.

"Rhukhsul menu..." he spat at her first. "Ozirum menu seleku!" Ori then yelled at her. Dori began to shake his shoulder urgently but Ori had to shove him off. He could see accusatory, approving and even amused glances from the rest of the company around him. Thank goodness, she looked offended. "Metun menu rukhas--Khahum menu rkhas shirumundu!"

And then again...he could try a Sindarin insult. It was very disapproved of at the archives to even pick up an Elven manuscript, but the young and glib Ori had chosen to learn at least the runes and a tiny bit of their language. "Dhôl chîn nâ cofn or Dhôl chîn nâ lost, orvelethril!" Your head is empty, Orc-lover. Was that even correctly pronounced? "Chen fuion, a Chen hedithon min noer o Orodruin!" You disgust me, and I will hurl you in the fires of Mount Doom!

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« Reply #8 on: January 05, 2014, 08:30:00 PM »
Eru, that had stung properly! Tau had not known it, had only half-anticipated or feared it, but now she had unleashed a wild beast within the dwarf. Apparently that book must mean much to him, if he was on the verge of exploding. Not that she really was afraid of him, that’ll be the day, but it still was convenient to have these bars between them now, or else she might have had to put up with the nuisance to brush an angry dwarf off her. Seriously, why was he so easily offended?! It was just a book, after all! It was something else, if one insulted beloved kin, like Legolas had done earlier with that other dwarf, comparing his little son to an orcbreed – but this, what was this? Parchment, leather and ink! Alright, it might be a legacy of some sort as well, but that did not justify curses. This just proved another clichée nothing but true: Dwarves did not have manners! At all!

She stood her ground and glared almost haughtily at him when he lunged at her, gripping the bars. There was nothing he could do to her now, let him spill his venom and be done with it! The Khuzdul bounced off her effortlessly, as she only could guess its meaning and wasn’t particularly interested what he might be calling her. She might be a lot of those things, but since when had she ever cared? As Captain of the guard, half the age or less of most of those that served under her, she had long since learned not to let it get to herself what others thought of her, but rather prove by deeds that she was worth their trust and more.

Then, however, he switched to Sindarin,and that made all the difference. It was not only that she felt her guards, who had formerly just sneered and laughed, tense beside her, knowing that they heard what she had been called; it was not only what he said, calling her an Orc lover of all things and the threat including Mount Doom, the most cursed place on all Arda – it was all of the above AND the fact that he butchered the language of her people, dared even to sully the flowing, melodious tongue of the Highborn with his gnarly, throaty pronunciation. She had tried. Had tried so hard to keep her cool, to stay superior and above all this pettiness. But this was too much. Tauriel was cursed with a temper and now it flamed up like it hadn’t in some years. She did not only feel insulted, she felt downgraded and put on the spot – and that in front of others!

Quick as lightning, Tauriel dashed forward, tossing the book at Ravanor to hold, while she had drawn her dagger in the blink of an eye, reaching one hand through the bars to grab this insufferable dwarf by the collar, while the other held the dagger and posed it at his face. “Hold your tongue, dwarf, or lose it! Súlon 'wanna nîf chîn. Harthon in yngeil chen medithar!”
Much wind pours from your mouth. I hope the spiders will eat you!

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« Reply #9 on: January 13, 2014, 08:19:00 PM »
She had deserved it! Honestly! He hadn't gone out to die in the Wilderlands, get attacked by orcs, spiders, goblins and trolls (not to mention Elves) to have the only reason why he was valuable to anyone on this journey get laughed at by an Elf! It was no masterpiece, but to have his handwriting--it was perfectly legible, right there on the page!--laughed and and called a drawing, as if any drawing could be that crude--! It was too much an insult. Laughs by the Rivendell elves, that was nothing. They were kind folk. This overly scornful Elf had just earned Ori of Durin's Folk's hatred!

No, the captain did not seem the least affected by his accusations in Khuzdul, of course, and he was secretly rather miffed that she couldn't understand--and that Dori could! Dori pulled him away from the bars--oh Mahal, he hadn't been so scornful and bad-mouthed since the only fight he'd had in his life (with a thief in the market, and he had been lucky he had gotten out alive). He might as well wash his mouth with soap. Then again--this Elf! It was perfectly justifiable--and he caught an encouraging look from Bofur, a rather sour look from Kíli.

And then when he switched to his rough and untried Sindarin, the Elves did not look the least pleased. He was momentarily triumphant when he saw the Captain lose her smug attitude towards his chronicle but then lost all cherishing of the moment when she tossed the chronicle aside to one of the guards--who knew what they were going to do to it! Oh, he had really earned it now! Not the chronicle! And not to mention the moment the Elf drew her dagger and poised it directly at his face; Ori could only barely hold back an insecure gulp when it teasingly touched his chin and beard. Mahal...

She began to spew profanity in Sindarin as she held his collar with one hand and kept the knife at his face with the other one. Ori could barely keep up with her Sindarin when she switched from Threat to Elven--after all, being well-versed in the first he did not know much of the second one more than scribbles. “Hold your tongue, dwarf, or lose it! Súlon 'wanna nîf chîn. Harthon in yngeil chen medithar!”

The first phrase he did not catch at all in time, only detected the word mouth. Well, there went his manners. And the second one...I hope spiders eat you!...that was much more well-aimed. With all the caution he could muster, Ori could only mumble out. [icolor=C2C2C]"I--I'll hold my tongue..."[/color] Of course, it didn't mean he was through with her. Oh, if he met her in a fair fight he would most surely lose but wounded pride had to be avenged even he ended up wounded. After all, why else had he been rude to her if not to lose for something worth losing?

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« Reply #10 on: January 19, 2014, 03:47:00 PM »
Those who knew Tauriel knew perfectly well how her temper was quick to flame up, but also as quick to die down and she often regretted immediately after what she had said or done in that temper-induced rash state. This time however the pang of guilt and shame was considerably subdued. Yes, it had not been right, she should not have lost her calm like that and make a threat to someone else’s life or limb over something as petty as an insult! Wasn’t that rather beneath her? There were creatures deserving to be cut to pieces and mutilated limb by limb, but how could she even believe for a second that a dwarf was one of them? He was neither a stinking orc nor a spider, even though he was one hell of a nuisance and an arrogant one at that!

So the elleth took a deep breath and forced herself to relax and be calm. Nothing was won with making mortal enemies. Instead of adding to her threats, she just gave him a pointed glare and slowly released his collar, removing the dagger from the endangered zone around his mouth and throat. “Excellent, so now that we have set the further prerequisites for our conversation, let’s move on to the important parts”, she told him, crossing her arms. “What makes this book so special for you that you risk making me angry? And before you get snarky again, I am genuinely interested. You might be impertinent, but apparently this book holds high value to you and you defend it. So while it might not be anything for me, I am still curious.”

This was not her apologizing, this was Tauriel trying to be civil and therefore reducing the pressure on their ‘prisoners’. He could take it or leave it, in the end it would not mean much either way. She and this dwarf certainly would not become best friends in his lifetime! And she wasn’t here either to associate with them, however much her curiosity and her hunger for knowledge that went beyond Mirkwood got the better of her now. Her sole motivation at least should be ensuring the safety of these halls. However, this book that was still in Ravanor’s hands – though he did not even leaf through it, apparently thoroughly uninterested – would not pose some kind of weapon anytime soon. Whatever he was accouting for in it… it certainly would not help them now.

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« Reply #11 on: January 28, 2014, 06:18:00 PM »
Perhaps the apology had done the trick. He honestly regretted having said all those stupidities...even ventured into speaking Sindarin even though he knew very little of it. Was that a dirty glance from Glóin in the cell beside them? When the captain took a deep breath he almost allowed himself to relax--of course, except for the tiny detail that they still had his adored chronicle in their clawed hands. And boy, did this one have a strong grip. He avoided her eyes just in case to prevent further aggression, and could do nothing as she stared dagger at him for some minutes.

Finally, she dropped him and removed the dagger; which allowed Ori to breathe properly. He himself took a few deep breaths to calm himself and then she spoke. “Excellent, so now that we have set the further prerequisites for our conversation, let’s move on to the important parts" He nearly winced. She was going to ask about its contents....he really hoped that they would take the bait and not read it...after all, it was only a few pages in that the chronicle turned to Westron for the convenience of their hobbit, who had more than once ventured kindly to read and correct and comment on his writing, as he was fond of writing too. Thankfuly, the guard with it had not chosen to venture that far into it and instead had only looked over the first pages and found only Khûzdul.

“What makes this book so special for you that you risk making me angry? And before you get snarky again, I am genuinely interested. You might be impertinent, but apparently this book holds high value to you and you defend it. So while it might not be anything for me, I am still curious.” And before Ori could try and concoct one of his terrible lies, thankfully, by the power of Mahal, Thorin was unceremoniously forced from a pathway and into a cell, being called out by the Elvenking from afar. And by his expression...the Elvenking already knew what they were doing.

Ori bit his lip and mumbled quietly, "That's just our journey. But it's in Khûzdul. You wouldn't be able to read it, I believe," he said. Partially the truth. It was their journey; with every detail, in both Khûzdul and Westron. Ori had honestly thought that they would make it, as would his little book, all the way to the mountain; at the very least the Mountain. Now...it seemed like it would fall i the hands of the Elves and never see the light of day.

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« Reply #12 on: January 29, 2014, 12:58:00 AM »
Tauriel’s fine ears had registered Thranduil’s calling out towards the leader of the group as well and she was momentarily distracted by thinking whatever this could mean. If her king knew the leader, chances were not too slim that this whole party was not just a band of trespassers after all, but that they were following some really important purpose which Thranduil obviously wanted to know about. Wait… maybe he already DID know something about it… and now he would either want to get something out of it, striking a bargain or he would try to thwart whatever plan there was, because he didn’t feel like dwarves should have any succesful plans. There was just something going on between Thranduil and dwarves ever since the fall of Erebor. Wait… Erebor…!

Could it really be that simple and at the same time so meaningful? Were these few specimen of their race venturing towards the Lonely Mountain after all the time of exile? And if yes – it seemed completely logical as their direction since they had been walking through Mirkwood – what would that mean for the future? Surely thirteen dwarves couldn’t really think in all honesty that they were a match for a dragon? Then again, they surely hadn’t come all this way just for sightseeing. It was quite mysterious to be sure!

And then, the dwarf’s claim that he had been writing about the journey. It meant a lot to him, this writing. But why would he write about it, if it wasn’t important? Tauriel’s eyes flickered again towards the book itself. Costly leather, good parchment from what she could see. Nobody would go through such a trouble just to keep some kind of diary. No… this was for something more. If writing about it was so important, it meant the journey was important…
“This is something like a chronicle, isn’t it?” It was out before she could stop herself. “You are keeping track of your journey for those who come after you and might read it. So… you hope that whatever you are out to do will go down in history.”

Then another thought occurred to her and it made the shadow of a grin flicker over her face. “So… if I give this back to you, you would also deliver the immense ‘hospitality’ of the elves to posterity.” The airquotes were audible. There really wasn’t much hospitality to be said for locking someone up. “Though I hope you at least don’t forget to add in the part when you were not devoured by spiders because of us.”

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« Reply #13 on: January 31, 2014, 07:04:00 PM »
He didn't expect her to react so favourably. He had been so surprised at the kindness of the Rivendell elves that when they finally met "what real elves were like" he expected them to be all bad. He expected the captain to to scorn at the notebook and merely think that a chronicle on a journey about to end wouldn't be worth much. But she didn't. When she looked back and heard the protesting and cursing Thorin be introduced back into his cell, she seemed to be thinking to herself, and a shadow of a smile came across her face.

Then she looked back to the notebook in the other Elf guard's hands and pondered even more about it. “This is something like a chronicle, isn’t it?” Half sure the remark was not for him, he wisely kept quiet as she proceedeed. “You are keeping track of your journey for those who come after you and might read it. So… you hope that whatever you are out to do will go down in history.” And Ori unconsciously blushed when she said the last words because, honestly, that was something he did want a bit. He wanted them to be remembered. By his words. He wanted the Quest for Erebor to be a tale to be remembered by all of their race and the chronicle to be closely guarded and treasured and open for all who desired it.

Of course, stuck in an Elf cell halfway to their destination with their worst enemy leering down upon them was not a good moment to yearn and daydream for something out of reach, but to try and escape. But there was not a single opportunity of this happening. He tried to appear a bit more cynical but he merely made a disappointed scowl without proposing to do so. Shame it had to end here, really. For all of them. And for his notebook.

With the flicker of a smirk on her face, the Cptain addressed him now. “So… if I give this back to you, you would also deliver the immense ‘hospitality’ of the elves to posterity.” Ori nearly snorted at her face and by some effort did not twitch. Like Thorin would ever want it to remain forever the knowledge that they had been saved by Elves and made prisoners! In fact, he knew some sections in the Rivendell chapter would be half-skewered by Thorin's opinions. “Though I hope you at least don’t forget to add in the part when you were not devoured by spiders because of us.”

Ori nodded gravely. "That's not to be forgotten. It's not a matter of prejudices; it happened, so it will be remembered. Historians are already biased as it is." While he did not think of himself as a great chronicler, he was very careful not to appear biased or ungrateful at the Rivendell section. And yet, how could they forget that the Mirkwood Elves that had imprisoned them had also been kind enough to keep them from being ultimately overwhelmed by the Spiders?

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« Reply #14 on: February 04, 2014, 12:23:00 AM »
Was it truly possible this conversation was truly swinging another way yet again? That they had come to another turn and now were facing true talk instead of stubborn controversy and confrontation? That wasn’t exaclty how conversations usually went,not that she knew of! Most of the time, especially with elves, the mood stayed one at the same. Either you had an amiable dispute or an even more amiable conversation about a common ground. You didn’t just go on an up and down and decide every minute anew whether you hated your counterpart or not! Was that how conversing with dwarves worked? No wonder Thranduil found it not to his liking, he didn’t exactly want to be challenged after all. Tauriel however was another matter. This matter had just turned from threatening to downright interesting and if they hadn’t shattered enough glass already between them, maybe there was still time for some information he would give without rancour?

She did not know why he snorted, maybe he found her irony funny or had not even seen it as irony and thought she was serious? Why was a dwarf so difficult to see through? Was it just him, or was it a general thing with this race? That perhaps only time would tell,but Tauriel really didn’t believe she would have the chance to see another band of dwarves anytime soon.
But at least he agreed to add it in, which she found quite reassuring. Not that she probably should care what was written about her kind in the chronicle of a dwarf, since whatever she had heard of dwarves certainly was not flattering them either, but at one point in times these mutual migivings just had to stop.

“That I can only agree with”, Tauriel commented with a nod of her own. “Especially the present is always just bleakly preserved. If one reads about the ‘golden ages’ of the past, I sometimes wonder whether that age was really so golden as they make it out to be. Not to mention that what they often transported from their knowledge of other races is rudimentary at best.” And very biased on top of it! But that needn’t be mentioned explicitly, it was already understood between the two of them.

Her gaze wandered to Ravanor who still held the book in his hands, but by only one edge now as if fearing his hands to be sullied by it. Tauriel frowned. Not being interested was one thing, but did he have to play out his contempt so openly?! What reasons might he have to think such of dwarves? “Hand it over”, she commanded him curtly but not unfriendly, but her frown deepened when she saw his reluctance. “Give him the chronicle, Ravanor!” That was spoken sharply in Silvan and she could see the inner fight in his eyes, before his tensed shoulders relaxed a little and he cast down his glance for a moment, silently admitting defeat. Still with a sullen look on his even elven features he approached the bars and held out the book to Ori.

“What do you hope these pages will be filled with given time?” she asked, trying to circumvent the clear, commanding question of ‘what is your business traversing Mirkwood?!’

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